Long silky wavy dark hair that reaches her lower back (shut up she's manifesting) she's got a welsh accent, obviously, she's from wales (I'm not however so oopsies im trying my bestest) She's like 4'3''. She's worn uniforms most of her life but when she's not at school she likes to wear sweatpants and a crop top most of the time. Yerp.

She falls in love with every one she ever meets, not in a romantic way every time but in a PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR FRIEND way. She so desperately wants to impress them and really the only way to do that is to make them laugh and enjoy being around her, obviously. So she really wants to be funny. But that's hare do so while still being nice. So she's mean sometimes. She doesn't want to be, she wants to be the person that everybody likes because shes "so nice" and "its so refeshing" but nobody thinks of her like that when shes nice. So she's mean sometimes. And everybody loves her.

Mali was born in Cardiff Wales and the furthest she's ever been from home was Aberporth where her grandmother lives. Although her Wizard Father wanted to teach surrounded by magic even as a child, her mother had insisted on sending her to school with the other muggles - as soon as they were certain she wouldn't tell about the "talking fish daddy gave me" or the "flowers the kiss me and dust my hair blue" - so that she would have a "well-rounded experience" Mali thought that that was stupid. She loved the magic and screamed a cried and wailed getting in the car and driving to the school. She didn't say one word the first whole week she was there until Amelia. Amelia is Mali's best friend. Ever. On Tuesday the seventh day of year 3 Mali was brooding in her usual spot when Amelia walked up to her and asked her in her polished English accent if Mali would move out of the way so that she could reach the scissors, Mali being a brat just glared at her. Amelia grabbed one of Mali's braid and yanked it so hard. Mali started sobbing. Amelia stomped on her foot with her little black uniform shoes and ran away. From that day forward they were best friends.

Mali was fishtailing her best friend, Amelia's hair during recess, they had been best friends for three years. Three whole years. A lot can change in three years. Mali loved school now. It was the easiest way she could get out of her house. Mali's mom had developed breast cancer and she'd been so far gone that when Mali was sitting by her side sometimes she couldn't even tell that she was alive anymore. She died a month ago. Her dad kept getting worse and sadder. Once her mom's health started declining he stopped using magic and he just felt grey since she died he barely even leaves his room. Thank god for house elves. Mali didn't like magic anymore. Magic couldn't save her mom from cancer. Magic couldn't help her dad feel happier. Magic was just party tricks and pretty colors, it couldn't actually do anything. Mali was glad she hadn't shown any signs of magic, she was almost eleven, her dad didn't talk much about his past or of his time at the magic school anymore but she was pretty sure she should've been magic by now. So she was fishtailing. She thought she was quite good at fishtailing, it looked great and Amelia hadn't complained of discomfort at all, instead she was talking about how she thinks she's the long lost princess of the sea.

"I mean think about it," she said, "Every single time we go to the beach I can hold my breath for longer than you, I can swim faster, and I just LOOK like I'm a sea princess."

"Well if you're the sea princess I'm the sky princess." Mali said excitedly.

"NooOO this isn't a gameeee I'm like 100% positive i'm the lost princess, I think I can turn into a mermaid and ev'rything"

Then it happened. Amelia's hair TURNED TO SEAWEED. Mali screeched and tried to fling the slimey wet grass away from her which was very effective for mali but as it was attached to her friend's head Amelia got a faceful of the slimey wet plait and she shrieked.

"WHAT WAS THAT"

"I DON'T KNOWWWW"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW, YOU THREW IT AT ME"

"UH ITS UM"

"EW ITS STILL ON ME" she shouted feeling it on the back of her neck.

"UH"

"GET IT OFFFFF"

"AL'RIGHT I THINK WE NEED MY DAD"

...

She got her letter after that. Amelia still isn't sure what happened.

"Whatever," Mali told herself "It's not like we'll still be best friends after I go away for a whole year"